writing in ripples and grass

[asakiyume]

wakanomori ran a marathon this past weekend, in Portland, Maine (and did very well!) While he was running, I was admiring the salt marshes in the bay. When I started walking, the tide was out, and I was feasting my eyes on all the colors, and on the wave-tufts of the semi-flattened grasses:





I liked looking at all the treasures in the tideline:




feathers...



and a little crab



But what was most mesmerizing and enchanting was when the tide started coming in--insistent ripples pushing in on the grass:



And the grass and ripples were like calligraphy--words written on water: